The volume was not at all, and she could hear it clearly.

There is arrogance and joy in the words.

“…… Wen Shao made an appointment with my brother and I came to dinner, and I heard my brother say that we wanted to talk about marriage......"

“…… Hmph, he got angry with me that day because of that guy surnamed Fang, it doesn't make sense at all......"

"Huh? Birthday party? Yes, tonight......"

“！ Are you sure?! Oh, announce it at the banquet...... Wow, I didn't expect that! ”

There is no doubt that it is Liang Yun'er's voice.

He said that tonight was his birthday.

Fang Ci felt dizzy for a moment, and his hand propped up on the sink for a long time before he raised his head.

In the mirror, her face turned pale.

She slapped her face, smoothed the hair around her ear, pushed the door open and left.

Back in the box, Ye Qianbei immediately noticed the abnormality of her face, frowned and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Fang Ci held his forehead with his hand and smiled weakly, "It seems that there is a little." ”

Ye Qianbei thought that she would visit suddenly during her menstrual period, "I'll send you back." ”

Fang Ci did not refuse.

She didn't want to call Sister Hong to pick her up.

Go downstairs and sit in the co-pilot.

Ye Qian started the car in the north, turned his face and asked, "Do you want to go back to Senhe Mansion?" ”

Fang Ci nodded.

The car pulls onto the main road.

The office buildings on both sides are towering, and the glass curtain wall reflects the bleak daylight of a late autumn afternoon.

Fang Ci looked out of the car window in a daze for a while, then changed his mind, "...... Can I trouble you to turn around? I'm going to get something. ”

Old villa.

On the map, it's called "No. 8 Yunxiao Road".

The road was short, and there was only this private house.

Cloud Road.

Sure enough, it was a cloud that she couldn't climb.

Ye Qianbei's Bentley did not drive into the courtyard, but she walked step by step from the gate of the carved iron gate, along the driveway, to the porch of the main house.

Back then, when she said that she broke up, Wen Zhiyan chased her out of the main house, braved the rain, and followed her to the gate.

At that time, she thought, this yard is so big, how can this lane be so short, so short that she can only walk with him for a while.

Today, she walks alone, and feels that the lane is still so short.

It was so short that she didn't have time to completely withdraw from her sinking thoughts, and so short that she wasn't mentally prepared to leave with dignity.

As soon as I stood in front of the porch, it rained.

The bleak daylight was completely annihilated, and the sky was shrouded in gray clouds.

Sister Hong probably saw her come back from the surveillance, and greeted her with an umbrella, "Little Sister Fang, come in." ”

"It's the time of the change of seasons, and it's easy to catch a cold when it rains."

The drizzle only drenched the ends of his hair, and Fang Ci smiled, "It's okay." ”

Sister Hong felt that her face was wrong, "Are you sick?" Do you want to call a doctor? ”

"No, you don't." Fang Ci followed her into the main house, "I'll go upstairs and take a shower and sleep for a while." ”

"Okay, there's hot water on the second floor, you remember to pour yourself a drink."

-

Her suitcase, which was only delivered by Sister Hong this morning, was standing in the dressing room.

Sister Hong is measured in her work, and she will not open her luggage at will without her permission.

She went to the shower to take a shower, and felt that she still couldn't get rid of the cold in her body, so she slowly filled the bathtub with hot water, and then went in to soak.

This old house is exquisitely designed everywhere.

There is a vertical window at the side of the bathtub. As she bathed, she looked at the windowpanes that were constantly washed by raindrops.

Soak until her skin almost wrinkles before she gets up.

Wrapped in a bath towel, I went to the locker room to pack my luggage.

She had to leave with dignity.

I can't wait until after his birthday party, when the engagement news is flying all over the sky.

She already knew, and she had long understood, that it was Chen Qiaoyue four years ago, and Liang Yun'er four years later.

The marriage candidate is naturally chosen by the Wen family.

Perhaps by tacit understanding, he had never mentioned it to her.

Whether it was four years ago or four years later, he said it was a "game", and she never asked.

No matter how wild and untamable he is, as the heir, as the ruler of the Wen family, this is also something he has to carry.

It doesn't really matter if he loves her or not.

She can no longer be abandoned.

In the past, it was Qu Yingqiu and Fang Niannian, but now in the face of the feast of Wen, she decided not to let herself fall into an embarrassing ending of being abandoned again.

She always wanted to love him as an equal.

In the corner of the suitcase, there was a crumpled gray sweatshirt.

This sweatshirt that belonged to the Wenzhiyan Banquet had been carried with her for four and a half years.

She took it out and flattened the ironing rack in the corner of the dressing room, ironing out the folds little by little.

Let's wear it one last time.

She couldn't keep carrying it anymore.

She was going to give it back to him, in this old villa, in this dressing room.

-

When Wen Zhiyan received a call from Sister Hong, he was on his way to the Wen family's old house, and after listening to Sister Hong's words, he immediately asked Uncle Qiao to turn around and drive to the old villa.

He remembered that her menstrual period was not at this time.

She is weak, and it is estimated that she has a seasonal cold.

Messaged her and called, but there was no response.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The Maybach 62s stopped in front of the porch, and without waiting for Uncle Qiao to come over with an umbrella to open the door, he got out of the car and entered the main house in the rain.

The master bedroom is brightly lit, but quiet.

He found the dressing room, and when he stood at the door, he saw Fang Ci kneeling on the carpet with his suitcase spread out in front of him.

She was bare-legged and wore only a sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt was visibly oversized, and she rolled up her sleeves so that the hem hung down in the middle of her thighs.

It seems to be his clothes.

Hearing the movement, Fang Ci turned his head and looked up at him in a daze.

Wen Zhiyan frowned and looked her up and down, "...... What are you doing? ”

A tall figure, dressed in a long coat, with damp marks on his shoulders.

His hair was short, and his brows were so wrinkled, which showed a bit of intimidating sharpness.

"I'm ......," Fang Ci didn't know how to speak for a while, "...... I'm packing my things......"

"Don't you have housekeeping, what are you doing these things for?"

Wen Zhiyan took a few steps closer, "Get up, it's cold on the ground." ”

Fang Ci didn't move.

Wen Zhiyan didn't wait for a second, and bent down to pick her up.

He carried her to the living room of the master bedroom, put her on the sofa, brought her a blanket, and went back to the living room on the second floor to pour a cup of hot water.

He returned to her, "Drink some hot water." ”

Fang Ci hugged his knees and lowered his head, did not answer, and did not say a word.

Wen Zhiyan put the water cup on the coffee table to the side, and knelt down on her knees in front of her, in front of the sofa.

Such a pose. His gaze was lower than hers, and he raised his hand to touch her forehead, "What's wrong, baby?" Sick and uncomfortable? ”

Fang Ci shook his head.

Wen Zhiyan held up her chin with his palm, "Why don't you look at me?" ”

Her eyes filled with tears.

The tone of his voice was steady, "...... Excuse me, can I declare the game over? ”

Wen Zhiyan frowned again, and his eyes sank a little, "Did something happen?" ”

There was some irrepressible irritability in his tone.

Fang Ci still shook his head, "I can't wait until you're engaged to leave you." ”

"What engagement?"